Crap. I missed Day 42. In my head I had something significantly witty about Douglas Adams and the meaning of life. Unfortunately, 30 years of heavy drinking doesn’t bode well for short term memory. Whatever drivel I had prepared for yesterday’s entry divested itself before this writing. Sorry about that.

Perhaps in a few years the brain cells will begin to regenerate. However, I don’t think anything can undo the long term effects of copious alcohol consumption. But I’m not bummed. I’m still sober and, generally, happy. With or without short term memory, life is much better than it was 43 days ago.